...By love's simplicity betray'd, And guileless trust; Till she, like thee, all soil'd, is laid Low :" the dust. Such is the fate of simple bard. On life's rough ocean luckless starr'd; Unskillful he to note the card Of prudent lore, Till billows rage, and gales blow hard, And whelm him...

...artless Maid, Sweet flow'ret of the rural shade! By love's simplicity betray'd, And guileless trust, Such is the fate of simple Bard, On life's rough ocean...And whelm him o'er! Such fate to suffering worth is giv'n, Who long with wants and woes has striv'n, By human pride or cunning driv'n To mis'ry's brink,...

...shade! By love's simplicity betrayed, And guileless trust; Till she, like thee, all soiled, is laid 35 Low i' the dust. Such is the fate of simple Bard, On Life's rough ocean luckless starred! Unskilful he to note the card Of prudent lore, 40 Till billows rage, and gales blow hard,...

...lifts thy unassuming head In humble guise ; But now the share uptears thy bed, And low thou lies ! Such is the fate of simple bard, On life's rough ocean luckless starred ! Unskillful he to note the card Of prudent lore, Till billows rage, and gales blow hard, And...

...be able to overcome it. In his poem, "To a Mountain Daisy," is this manifest reference to himself: "Such is the fate of simple bard, On life's rough ocean luckless starred, Unskillful he to note the card of prudent lore, Till billows rage, and gales blow hard, And...

...amang the stoure Thy slender stem: To spare thee now is past my pow'r, Thou bonnie gem. (I. 1—6) 60 ry main, Increasing store with loss and loss with store; When I have see (1. 37—38) 61 Ev'n thou who mourn'st the Daisy's fate, That fate is thine — no distant date; Stem...

...the rural shade! By love's simplicity betrayed, and guileless trust, till she, like thee, all soiled, is laid low i' the dust. Such is the fate of simple Bard, on Life's rough ocean luckless starred! Unskillful he to note the card of prudent lore, till billows rage, and gales blow hard, and...

...plough, in April, 1786." In the seventh stanza, Burns compares the poet's fate to that of the maid: "Such is the fate of simple bard, / On life's rough...rage, and gales blow hard, / And whelm him o'er!" 17. Luise Hensel, Lieder von Luise Hensel, ed. Hermann Cardauns (Regensburg: np, 1923), p. 239. 18....